Flow Statements - 0.5

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feathers in the wind

I count the fingers in the dust that i collect
a moments notice and the fires reset
cast the flame into the water, so clear
drown the thing that was, with the light of all that's here

I'm going nowhere, with a solid resolve
inching closer, a stone trying to evolve
n all the motion, it's a shape we cannot see
but if we had a map, would we still want to be

apart of the family, apart of history
intertwined with gravity, and it's still a mystery
feeling caught up, in the cobwebs of the
box that I grew up in, fighting memories, we'll never ever win

feathers in the wind, we'll never ever win..

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remember: kind words, gentle heart!
cp<3